I had seen you walk by the hall

and I really want you to call,

Call out to me sweetly my name.

Cut down this silly game you play.

 

Why won’t you talk to me?

Won’t even look at me.

Are you afraid to say “I’m sorry?”

Sorry, you can’t face me.

 

But even before you say anything or everything

my question is why?

Why did you do those things?

I don’t know what to do.

Should I or should I not trust you?

 

I’ve trusted you with all my heart

but you just broke it apart.

A feeling that I want you to know,

but I never had the chance to tell you,

is about how much I’m longing for you